The Flatland is Man's Land.
A song written by Paul Hall in 1980, (c) 1987.
If cities weren't so big, war, terrorism, disease and disasters such as earthquakes wouldn't kill so many people.
This song addresses the crime of causing so many to crowd into big cities: mercantilism.
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The flatland is man's land.
It always has been.
You don't have to look twice
at the mess that it's in.
The people are dying
though they call it "live",
False cultures of money
that have nothing to give
except
blood, sweat and tears, my dear.
Blood, sweat and tears.
Getting rich off your blood
and your sweat
and your tears.
The city system is a whore
that lives off hatred and greed
giving folks what they want, maybe
but not what they need.
Don't look at her wine
when it's red in her cup.
That wind is your blood.
The merchant world
drinks it up.
Blood, sweat and tears, my dear.
Blood, sweat and tears,
getting rich off your blood
and your sweat and your tears.
Oh, you have lived in her bowels
since you don't know when,
but her school never
taught you
how to leave the playpen.
Instead you're taught
how her science
will improve
....the whole world.
It's only turned you
to mutants.
War's abuse
you have hurled.
So, you see,
the flatland is man's land.
It always has been.
You don't have to
look twice
at the mess that it's in.
Blood, sweat and tears,
my dear.
Blood sweat and tears.
Getting rich off your blood
and your sweat
and your tears.
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Copyright and Phonorecord (c) (p) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.